Take heed, old friend.
When your soul feels heavy,
When dark clouds gather—within and without—
When joy slips quietly into sadness,
And gloom stretches its long, aching shadow.
When you find yourself adrift in despair,
Unsure of the way back to yourself.
Pause, breathe, and consider this.
These are not merely moods.
They are thresholds.
Sacred crossings.
Moments of vulnerability that become invitations—
Openings through which buried wounds rise and
Old pain flickers.
Unseen patterns unravel.
And yes, at such moments,
Even darker energies may circle and enter in—
Not because you are weak,
But because of your light,
Just for a moment, it has dimmed.
Like a flickering flame draws the winter chill,
A weary soul becomes a beacon—
Calling forth the demons of doubt, despair, distortion, and self-hate.
But here’s the secret, old friend:
The darkness is not your enemy.
It is the test.
The veil.
The absence of love.
The forgetting of light.
And yet—even in its shadow—
It teaches.
It points you home.
It is the alchemical forge.
Where illusion burns,
And the truth is revealed.
So ask yourself—
Should I believe the story it tells and the emotions it evokes?
Or will you see it for what it truly is?
Sacred fuel.
The spark that ignites the Phoenix within.
A call to presence.
A call to remember—
Not who the world told you to be,
But who you’ve always been.
A chance to awaken, deeper.
To reveal hidden strength.
To access a wellspring of compassion,
And a truth more real than the noise.
A path back—
Not just to healing,
But to loving yourself again.
The dark cannot touch you without your invitation.
It holds no power without your consent.
It waits.
For one thing:
Your forgetting.
Your absence.
The moment you drift from presence.
When you confuse noise with truth.
When you start wearing the mask.
When you begin to believe the shadow is yourself.
Take notice, old friend.
When the darkness comes knocking—
Do not feed its hunger with fear.
Do not flee.
Do not fold beneath its shadow.
Instead.
Stand tall, old friend.
Pause and breathe deeply.
Meet it with clear eyes.
Name the hungry ghost.
Call it forth from the corners where it hides—
No longer hidden.
No longer in control.
For when you confront it, reveal it fully and clearly—
You reclaim the throne of your soul.
And darkness, when met with presence,
Has no choice but to fade.
Then, do not turn away.
Send love to it.
For even shadows were once light,
Still longing… to return.
Notice, once more, old friend.
Darkness releases its hold—
The very moment you return to presence.
To stillness.
To the radiant light of the Divine within.
And at last.
You come home to yourself.
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